Damn, how could I forget. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Some of the places in this country where no one is there are are the most sinful places. Also, why didn't I hear this guy's footsteps, is he too tired?

Thinking about it, Zhou Wu half-raised his hands, signaling that he was not threatening, and tried not to provoke the people behind him. After all, this kind of place, even if he kills himself, no one will know. And even if this guy kills himself, in the case of this wave of anti-Chinese people becoming more and more powerful, it is a question whether the police will take it seriously.

Slowly reach into your bosom with your left hand and take out your wallet.

It was snatched by a black hand, and it was a black man.

"Good." After looking at the remaining 100 knives inside, he put his wallet in his pocket, and the other party seemed to be quite satisfied with the cooperation of this yellow man.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Zhou Wu heard a meaningful tone from this word.

"Well, you can ...... He's dead. ”

The next moment, the tense muscles subconsciously made a dodge movement, and the dagger grazed the old clothes around his waist.

Xu was because he had crossed that door, and Zhou Wu's reaction was very fast, almost like some fighting scenes that appeared in his mind instinctively, and his body made movements along with it.

The left hand grabbed the wrist of the guy holding the weapon, pulled it forward hard, and gave an elbow blow backwards with his right hand, and it was solid. A muffled sound was distinctly felt.

Taking advantage of the moment when the other party was still obviously sluggish because of the pain, his left hand and right hand joined forces, grabbed this guy's arm, fell over the shoulder, and smashed the guy behind him heavily on the concrete floor of the alley.

The pain all over his body made the robber lose the strength to resist, but this was not the point, the point was that his dagger-wielding right arm was dislocated by Zhou Wu because of the excessive tearing just now.

Looking at the white-skinned face with a distorted expression, a white man, this was Zhou Wu's first reaction when he saw this guy.

Looking at this guy's black right hand again, I can understand a little. The man was clearly trying to distract from the paint on his hands, so that even if the people he hurt him did not inadvertently survive, they would not be able to provide useful clues to the police.

Not bad idea, completely very "mafia" style approach.

Zhou Wu stared, staring at the unconcealable ruthlessness in the other party's pupils, or the eyes of hatred.

"Let's go!" A crisp sound rang out in the deserted alley, and the occasional stray cat stopped by the neighborhood and was taken away by the atmosphere of the neighborhood.

Zhou Wu lifted his old leather shoe foot from the white robber's right arm, and his calm expression seemed to be deaf to the screams on the ground in the alley.

"I'll cut off your hand, okay?" He said to the robber on the ground, and the position of the two seemed to be reversed at this moment. As he spoke, he stepped on the man's left arm again.

“please。” Moaning is accompanied by a plea for mercy. The pain of shattering bones made the bandit, who had intended to enjoy the thrill of crime meticulously, now flow from tears and snot. Feeling the gradual loss of consciousness in his right arm, he knew that he was useless.

"Don't be nervous." Zhou Wu said, silencing the people on the ground. In fact, as early as half a year after the death of his parents in a car accident, he understood this philosophy of life and fought evil with evil.

Half-crouched down, he rummaged through the pockets of the guy's possibly shelf-placed things. To his surprise, in addition to his own wallet, he also dug out about seven or eight hundred New World coins from another pocket.

"Ding Lingdang." He took his wallet out of the robber's pocket, and something he was carrying out of his pocket, making a noise in the alley.

Zhou Wu stopped rummaging, he had a feeling as if he had been attracted by the thing that reflected a silver metallic sheen in the alley. Stretching out his hand, as if pulling the handle of the fan for the first time, his heart began to beat inexplicably again.

Go pick it up.

It was a thought that flashed through my mind, but it was not as strong as the opening of the door.

Leaning down and picking up the object, it was a piece of silver and bright metal, and a pattern that seemed to have been hardened by some special process and could be seen clearly on both sides and sides.

“17。” Zhou Wu's eyes flickered.

He reached out and tossed the dagger that wore like a butterfly through a flower on his fingertips, and tossed it aside.

He casually slipped money and wallet into a pocket, put the piece of metal in his jacket pocket, and walked out on the other side of the alley.

The alley was quiet again.

After a while, a scruffy homeless man with long hair came in to avoid the scorching sun, and his eyes lit up when he saw the man lying on the ground.

After trying to find a small stack of money from the "corpse" on the ground, he tried to leave, but was grabbed by a hand. In fact, this bandit breathed a sigh of relief when Zhou Wu spared one of his arms, and fainted in pain from the shattering of the bones in his right arm.

Now, I happened to be woken up by this homeless man's rummaging.

“helpme。” It was a subconscious voice of the wounded. He saw the homeless man as a life-saver.

But he didn't respond with someone's words of comfort. In other words, the homeless man's eyes flashed after seeing this hard-won "huge money" in his hand. Due to long-term malnutrition or poison torture, the latecomer tried to struggle several times, but he could not break free from the left arm of the man on the ground.

Picking up the dagger on the ground nearby, the homeless man slashed down the white throat of the man on the ground.

After a while, feeling the strength of his arm shrinking, he struggled and stood up from the side of the corpse in a pool of blood.

Took the pile of bloody money and fled.

"Dead?" In the evening, next to the corpse in this alley, a man glanced coldly at the dead man, and made a delicate trade-off in his heart.

Dead people mean worthless.

But his task is to bring back the man who signed the agreement, otherwise he will be punished.

The thought of the punishment made him shudder.

"Then catch another one." The man's face flickered in the light of the streetlamp, and he stood there and smiled, as if he thought the idea was brilliant. He walked towards the other side of the alley where Zhou Wu had walked during the day. I didn't look at the corpse a second time.